Then he saw it at the end of the hallway—a door with three locks on the outside. He stopped.
“What’s behind that door?”
The man’s smile flickered. “Storage.”
Daniel stepped closer, his voice firm. “Open it.”
The man didn’t move. That was when Daniel heard it—a faint sound, barely human. A small, broken whimper. He didn’t ask again. He forced the door open. And his entire world stopped.
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